What’s music? Nobody really knows after thousands of years of researchers scratching their heads and anuses. Is it a seemingly random collection of sounds specifically designed to confuse and delight folks into shedding their clothings. Could be. It this that? I don’t understand the question. This can’t be that. That doesn’t even make any sense. This doesn’t make sense either. That’s what I said the first time. Okay, thanks for stopping by. And for the hugs. Especially thanks for the hugs. Say hello to Danchy for me. Who? Danchy. Who’s Danchy. Oh yeah, you don’t know Danchy. Nopes. Oh. Nevermind then.. Okay. Thanks again. Goodbye.

An intimate look in the phantasmagorical world of the RapeCo family. There’s laughs, love and learning how to battle with one’s inner demons through the world of interpretative dance. Dance with a side of the AIDS. Actually AIDS is probably the main course in this meal of comedy. The dance is probably some sort of side dish, like potatoes or rice, prepared classically with a hint of rosemary or basil, presented on a plate of homo-eroticism and lack of self-control. Dessert is flan or something. Pudding? I don’t know; what would you like? Jell-O brand gelatin dessert? Something light. I have to go to my Pilates class later so I don’t want to feel bloated and gassy. Maybe some fresh fruit? I’ll call you before you leave the office.Okay, see you later. I love you. Bye.

She’s more of a fan of Mike Patton’s less noisy work in Faith No More and a little Mr. Bungle. His cartoon-metal record Suspended Animation is probably one of my favorites. If you are not familiar with the band here’s why that image is kinda funny:

More chakka chakka in the excellent Goodbye Sober Day by Mr. Bungle at 2:34:

I made a little piece of artwork for me and my girlfriend’s 7th anniversary. She likes my little hand drawn cards and the like, so I will continue to make them. The video’s sped up like 4 times. I made the musick for it as well. If anyone wants an Mp3 of it, let me know.